Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.